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Blue was on the toilet, scrolling through some unread messages from the group chat.

"Damn.."

Blue mutters under his breath, staring at his screen.

On his screen was a picture of Jason's tattoo they've sent in the group chat.

"Ughhh... damn, he's so cool.."

...

"Nah, I couldn't pull something like THAT.... even if I wanted, I'm too ugly for that."

...

It was 2am and Blue's room was dim, the only light source was his laptop's monitor.

Blue laughs, "Hah! That such a funny tattoo idea!" 

"Hey, maybe I couldddd rock a tat.."

Blue sits up and opens the lights.

"Gah-" He rubs his eyes from the light.

He stumbles over to his shelf, 

"Ughh... damnit I can't see anything.."

He grabs a random book from the shelf.

Blue runs over to his bed again, turning of the lights.

He uses his laptop's brightness to check what book he randomly grabbed.

"Hey, dungeons and dragons! I can do something with that.."

Blue wakes up slumped over his laptop with Microsoft Paint open.

"Oh my god... aughh..."

"Oh.

   Oh!

      WOW! I'm a fuckin' artist! I need this crap tattooed!"

He quickly goes by his morning routine, while getting dressed he looks up tattoo shops near him.

Completely ignoring the "Wake Red up" part of his routine,

   He picks a place and without any second thought walks out the door.

   Blue was standing in front of the shop.

Composing himself before entering.

"Dude, I don't need Red. What would he do anyway? He'd just make fun of me. I'm tough enough for this."

Blue walks in.

"Ahh-"    

Blue immediately gets tense by the vibe the shop gave.

"Ah... damnit..." 

He pulls out his phone and calls Red over.

Blue lays down on the tattoo bed, just now having some second doubt... but he already paid. So there's no backtracking anymore.

Red stays by him, but he's more focused on playing flappy bird than he is helping Blue.

After 4 hours it's finally done.

Blue was led to a mirror in the lobby to check it out, it was a little big and was on his arm..

Blue gives a smile and nod and exits the building still processing what he just did.

"Oh. My. God."

" Haha, what? I think it looks awesommmee! " Red reassures.

"No- I- Oh my GOD, What did I just do???"

" Uhhhh... you got a tattoo? "

"DamNIT. I KNOW. Just-" he groans. "Shut up. Jesus- it's so... why does it look unfinished?"

" eehhh... To be fair you gave a really ugly drawing."

"No.

   Okay- shut shut shut. Let's just... go home."

"Ugh. Couldn't I have gotten something a little smaller..?"

                 "Ha, people who get those simple line art ones are so wimpy. I'm making mine hella detailed." 

"OH MY GOD. Ugh- no- no takebacks.."

Blue stares at the mirror in the bathroom.

"Oh my FUCKING God..." 

He could feel the waterworks turning.

He BAWLS his eyes out in front of his reflection.

2 hours later.

"haha.... it's not... it's not THAT bad.."

He quickly snaps a pic of his arm.

Blue sends TROLLz0r the photo, not wanting the rest of the group chat to see.

             "Ohhh! That's a sick tat !1!!"

"Don't even fucking lie to me, Jason." He said in his mind after reading that response.

He walks over to the kitchen and frustratedly heats up a pizza to eat. 

2 weeks later.

Blue throws a bunch of used tissues since he got sick from all his bawling.

"Goodbye to tanks I'm never showing my arms AGAIN."

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"Have fun, kids!"

Blue waves to his kids as they leave for school.

"Now that we're alone, I wanted to propose something, Babe." Pink declared.

"Uh...

    ...huh sure, why not! I'm all ears, Pookie bear!"

Pink sighs, "Yup... Well, I was just wondering if you'd agree to getting a matching tattoo with me?"

She smiles, she very clearly loves the idea.

"Oh..

Blue tugs his sleeve lower

Of course- I'm not against it, uh- let's go over our choices... care-full- ..y. It's a permanent thing after all haha.." 

Pink laughs, "Sure! I already got a bunch written down!" 

"Welp, I'm going upstairs and find it."

She blows a kiss to Blue before walking up the stairs.

Blue was in the kitchen grabbing himself a snack, that whole... ordeal just gave him a wave of memories from when he was young.

He hasn't TRULY looked at it for decades now. 

He grabs his chips and walks over to the mirror in the living room.

Blue lifts his sleeve.

...

Blue lets out a chuckle.

"Hah... this...

                 this is what I was crying about?"

He smiles.

"Damn.. Well that's stupid."

Blue instinctively looks away from the mirror, his gaze landing on the wall.

The sight of the framed family photos and his children's medals made his smile fade a little.

"Wow. I've grown."

"I remember when I thought I wouldn't even make it to 30-

"Honey! I found it!"

Pink runs over to Blue, showing him her journal.

"Hm?" Pink looks at Blue's arm. 

"Oh. Yeah. I just... wanted to look at it again."

Pink laughs, "Uh huh. You're tough."

"Pfft. Stop that.."

Blue and Pink eventually get home from a tattoo session, the babysitter is there on the couch waiting for them. 

They quickly pay him and get on upstairs to their master bedroom.

Blue gets on the bed.

"You did great, baby pie."

"Thanks... babe."

Pink hops onto the bed with Blue right after.

It's 1:30,

Pink eventually falls asleep on Blue's arms.

Blue had his eyes on the ceiling. The only sounds that could be heard is the crickets outside.

...

He looks over to his arm where Pink was resting peacefully.

He smiles and closes his eyes, preparing to drift to sleep.